01-16-2010, 01:52 AM
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Vieira suddenly felt awkward that she troubled Rikka and her ears twitched upon her head. Part of her wished she would have gone to a different part of the pack but it was too late now. She made the woman uncomfortable and her eyes moved to the cave floor for a moment and tried to figure out what to do. She did not want others to feel weird about her but she could not change. Even if set free, Vieira would be no different. The woman would simply find someone else, as she had to do when Sivaro died. Perhaps the choice of Eris might not have been the best she could have gotten but it led her here. Her physical pain was few and far between whereas in Eterne it was on a daily basis from whoever had control of her that day.
"It is okay," she finally responded, indirectly meaning she did not want Rikka to feel uncomfortable. It did not matter, to her, if Vieira was uncomfortable. It did not matter what she felt as long as the other was okay. Vieira was a slave, less than coyote, and could do nothing to change it in her mind.
When Rikka explained, Vieira listened with ears cupped forward. She even leaned slightly to look between the shirt and dye. "Dye?" she questioned. It was a colorful liquid but nothing she heard before. Vieira looked to the set up the woman had and tried to piece together each step while she explained in detail. She made no inclination she wanted to help or do one for herself. There was no spark inside her. Instead, she just asked questions in case Rikka wanted her to make one for herself or for anyone else. However, the last statement but a bit of a smile on her face. Something was being made for her (or the option of, rather) and her tail twitched. "That is nice of you," she added and made sure to steer clear of indicating she might want something, knowing how to get around such things when she had such demanding masters in her past.
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Vieira suddenly felt awkward that she troubled Rikka and her ears twitched upon her head. Part of her wished she would have gone to a different part of the pack but it was too late now. She made the woman uncomfortable and her eyes moved to the cave floor for a moment and tried to figure out what to do. She did not want others to feel weird about her but she could not change. Even if set free, Vieira would be no different. The woman would simply find someone else, as she had to do when Sivaro died. Perhaps the choice of Eris might not have been the best she could have gotten but it led her here. Her physical pain was few and far between whereas in Eterne it was on a daily basis from whoever had control of her that day.
"It is okay," she finally responded, indirectly meaning she did not want Rikka to feel uncomfortable. It did not matter, to her, if Vieira was uncomfortable. It did not matter what she felt as long as the other was okay. Vieira was a slave, less than coyote, and could do nothing to change it in her mind.
When Rikka explained, Vieira listened with ears cupped forward. She even leaned slightly to look between the shirt and dye. "Dye?" she questioned. It was a colorful liquid but nothing she heard before. Vieira looked to the set up the woman had and tried to piece together each step while she explained in detail. She made no inclination she wanted to help or do one for herself. There was no spark inside her. Instead, she just asked questions in case Rikka wanted her to make one for herself or for anyone else. However, the last statement but a bit of a smile on her face. Something was being made for her (or the option of, rather) and her tail twitched. "That is nice of you," she added and made sure to steer clear of indicating she might want something, knowing how to get around such things when she had such demanding masters in her past.
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